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I was so embarrassed, and boy, did my backside glow, but at the same time I was getting so wet that I was sure that Dad would say something. A few months later, I got the chance to move into a Flat with a female friend and I did. In a way I missed the spankings, and the feelings that went with them. I once managed to get one of my boyfriends to spank me, he didn’t enjoy it, but I did. Right, that’s enough of the history, now to how I changed my life forever. When I got home with ‘that’ Bondage magazine, I read it over and over. I was really intrigued BDSM by the stories spanking and the pictures. It was all new to me, nobody around me ever talked about anything remotely like that. I kept reading it over and over again over the next couple of weeks, and when it was quiet in the Salon I usually ended up thinking about what I had read and seen. I had to wash a lot of knickers at the end of each of those weeks. One time when I was reading the adverts again, one suddenly jumped out at me, fetish and I started thinking ‘could I?’ Well, after a few days I decided that I would reply to the advert and see what happened. The ad was from a blonde middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England who was looking for a ‘submissive, live-in house-keeper’. I wrote a letter explaining a bit about myself, and after a few times of losing my nerve, I finally posting it. About a week later I received a letter from him and got all excited reading it on the bus on the way to work. In the letter he explained that the job would not be very demanding, and wouldn’t pay much, but there again, I wouldn’t have much to buy, as he would buy everything for me. He also explained that I should expect to be punished every time that I made a mistake or was disobedient. He also enclosed a photograph of himself, and asked that if I was still interested I should write to him again and enclosed a photograph of myself, preferably without clothes on. Well, I didn’t have any photos like that, so when I wrote again, I enclosed a photograph of me in a bikini, and apologised saying that even if I had dared to get any nude photographs taken, I could never get them developed in the town where I lived. When Jon wrote to me again, he told me a bit more about the job, the hours, and what he would expect of me. He also explained that punishment comes in more forms than just spankings, and referred me to the magazine that the advert had been in. He then stated that I was to go over to his place for the weekend for a formal interview, and for us to ‘get to know each other’ before a final commitment would be made by either of us. He also assured me that no harm would come to me, that I could leave at anytime and that he would pay all my expenses. I was to send him a letter stating which bus or train I would be arriving on, and that he would meet me at the station. Well, it’s one thing writing to someone, but another thing actually going to their house for a weekend when you haven’t even met them. I was in a right quandary. I spent the next couple of days trying to make up my mind what to do. I wasn’t concentrating on my job, and got told-off a few times. Looking back, I suppose that that helped me to make a decision. I checked the bus times, booked a ticket, and wrote a quick note to Jon. I would be arriving at eight-fifteen the following Friday evening. For me this took a lot of courage and if it wasn’t for the fact that I desperately needed for something interesting to happen in my life, that Jon’s letters and photograph gave me the impression that he was an alright sort of man, that the thought of the magazine turned me on every time I thought about it; then, I just wouldn’t have been going. On the Friday morning before leaving, I got another letter from Jon saying that I was to wear smart clothes for the interview and that trousers or jeans didn’t come into that category as far as he was concerned. That didn’t please me too much as it was April and in the UK April is never a warm month. Never mind I thought, I wanted to look my best, and spent hours deciding what to take with me and doing my make-up. I was glad that I had decided to take the whole day off work. In the end, I decided that I would wear a mini-skirt and white blouse, both of which I had made myself. I was quite proud of the fact that I could make a lot of my own clothes, and this short pleated skirt and thin blouse looked good on me. "Dad?" The muscle-bound blonde hulk was already inserting spanking an index finger and forefinger into the dark-haired girl’s delicate sex. My name resounded through the echoing room. She quieted down and Elsie removed her hand from her mouth. I let blonde out a sob of relief until Eddie says “Well, we can’t jip you boys out of your turn…. It spread its mouth open - and then continued spreading it more than what was humanly possible. He slammed it against Rhonda’s right breast, and she squealed through her gag. It was probably a good thing too, became they all looked fantastic in their bikinis. Monday - About mid morning I put my newish cheesecloth dress on (the sun was shining Bondage and it looked warm) and took the car to Kwik-fit. I fetish said ok baby but don’t hurt yourself, or I will spank your Butt. She said " Would you want to meet me at a hotel?" By the expression BDSM on my sister's face, I knew he had already begun to shoot his juices into her mouth.